And I feel him.
Through the thin wall separating us, I feel Kieran’s cold where I’m nothing but heat. The pressure. The impossible fullness. Fire and ice buried inside her at once, and the temperature contrast is doing something to all of us that I cannot explain.
Because it’s blowing my fucking mind right now.
“Fuck.” The word rips out of me.
Kieran keens like a wild fox.
“Full.” The word shatters on her lips. “I feel so…gods, I can feel both of you. I can feel where you’re touching through me. Hot and cold and—” She breaks off, a sob escaping. “Don’t move. Don’t either of you fucking move or I’ll come before we even start and I refuse to give you the satisfaction.”
We freeze. All three of us breathing.
This is the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. Literally.
“Okay.” She exhales slowly, and I watch her reflection master itself. “Okay. I’m okay. You can?—”
I roll my hips before she finishes the sentence.
She cries out, and Kieran moves with me, opposite rhythm. One pushing in as the other pulls back. We find a pace that makes her toes curl against the cold floor.
“Look at the mirror.” I grip her hip with one hand, her throat with the other. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. “Watch yourself take us both.”
Her eyes find the glass. I watch her watch herself—sandwiched between us, impaled on two cocks, her mouth open in a continuous moan. Thorn patterns spiraling across her skin in real time, reacting to the pleasure, blooming brighter with every thrust.
“So beautiful.” Kieran’s mouth rests on the other side of her neck, his tongue lapping at her throat. “Taking us so well, troublesome thing. Like you were made for this.”
“She was.” I thrust deeper, and she keens. “Caught you, Thorn. Finally fucking caught you and now I’m never letting go.” Another thrust, harder. “Take it. Take all of us. You wanted to be filled? You wanted to be ruined? This is what that looks like.”
“Looks good from where I’m kneeling.” She gasps the word.
That little minx. I pick up the pace.
Kieran matches me, and suddenly we’re fucking her in earnest, driving into her from both ends while she braces against the mirror and takes everything we give her. Fire and ice, over and over, the temperature contrast making her whole body shake.
“That’s it.” I’m snarling now, barely human, the guardian in me fully unleashed. “Scream for us. Let the whole tavern hear who you belong to.”
Her magic explodes outward. Thorns and light spiraling across the walls, the ceiling, wrapping around all three of us like vines claiming territory. The bonds at my wrist blaze golden-green, and I feel Kieran’s silver-blue answer through her, through the connection she’s become.
“I’m going to—” She can’t finish the sentence. The orgasm crashes through her before the words form.
She clenches around me so tight I see stars. Kieran groans as she pulses around him, too. The feedback loop of three connected pleasures—her, me, him—cycles through the bonds until I can’t tell whose pleasure is whose.
But neither of us stops.
“One more.” Kieran’s voice has gone to shards of ice, commanding even as his thrusts turn savage. “You’ll give us one more, troublesome thing. You’ll come on both our cocks at the same time and you’ll scream so loud the Morrigan herself hears it.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can.” I angle my hips, hitting a spot that makes her scream. “You can take everything we give you. Be a good girl and come for us. One more time.”
“I’m not—” She gasps as Kieran’s frost-cold hand finds her clit. “I’m not a good girl. I’m a fucking disaster who’s being railed by two Fae princes in a tavern while our enemy holds the third one hostage. This is insane. We’re insane. I’m?—”
“Ours.” I bite her shoulder hard enough to mark. “You’re ours, Thorn. And we take care of what’s ours.”
“Always.” Kieran’s fingers circle her clit with devastating precision while his cock drives into her cunt. “Forever. No matter how insane it gets.”
The words combined with the fullness break her.
